He laughed。 〃Did you make that up？〃
〃Pretty smart； huh？〃
〃My little Einstein。〃
She frowned。 〃He has stupid hair。 I saw his picture。〃
〃He's got a smart head； though。 I told you what he proved； right？〃
Her eyes widened with dread。 〃Dad！ No！ You promised！〃
〃E=MC2！〃 He tickled her playfully。 〃E=MC2！〃
〃No math！ I told you！ I hate it！〃
〃I'm glad you hate it。 Because girls aren't even allowed to do math。〃
Vittoria stopped short。 〃They aren't？〃
〃Of course not。 Everyone knows that。 Girls play with dollies。 Boys do math。 No math for girls。 I'm not even permitted to talk to little girls about math。〃
〃What！ But that's not fair！〃
〃Rules are rules。 Absolutely no math for little girls。〃
Vittoria looked horrified。 〃But dolls are boring！〃
〃I'm sorry；〃 her father said。 〃I could tell you about math； but if I got caught 。 。 。〃 He looked nervously around the deserted hills。
Vittoria followed his gaze。 〃Okay；〃 she whispered； 〃just tell me quietly。〃
The motion of the elevator startled her。 Vittoria opened her eyes。 He was gone。
Reality rushed in； wrapping a frosty grip around her。 She looked to Langdon。 The earnest concern in his gaze felt like the warmth of a guardian angel； especially in the aura of Kohler's chill。
A single sentient thought began pounding at Vittoria with unrelenting force。
Where is the antimatter？
The horrifying answer was only a moment away。
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Maximilian Kohler。 Kindly call your office immediately。〃
Blazing sunbeams flooded Langdon's eyes as the elevator doors opened into the main atrium。 Before the echo of the announcement on the inter overhead faded； every electronic device on Kohler's wheelchair started beeping and buzzing simultaneously。 His pager。 His phone。 His E…mail。 Kohler glanced down at the blinking lights in apparent bewilderment。 The director had resurfaced； and he was back in range。
〃Director Kohler。 Please call your office。〃
The sound of his name on the PA seemed to startle Kohler。
He glanced up； looking angered and then almost immediately concerned。 Langdon's eyes met his； and Vittoria's too。 The three of them were motionless a moment； as if all the tension between them had been erased and replaced by a single； unifying foreboding。
Kohler took his cell phone from the armrest。 He dialed an extension and fought off another coughing fit。 Vittoria and Langdon waited。
〃This is 。 。 。 Director Kohler；〃 he said； wheezing。 〃Yes？ I was subterranean； out of range。〃 He listened； his gray eyes widening。 〃Who？ Yes； patch it through。〃 There was a pause。 〃Hello？ This is Maximilian Kohler。 I am the director of CERN。 With whom am I speaking？〃
Vittoria and Langdon watched in silence as Kohler listened。
〃It would be unwise；〃 Kohler finally said； 〃to speak of this by phone。 I will be there immediately。〃 He was coughing again。 〃Meet me 。 。 。 at Leonardo da Vinci Airport。 Forty minutes。〃 Kohler's breath seemed to be failing him now。 He descended into a fit of coughing and barely managed to choke out the words； 〃Locate the canister immediately 。 。 。 I am ing。〃 Then he clicked off his phone。
Vittoria ran to Kohler's side； but Kohler could no longer speak。 Langdon watched as Vittoria pulled out her cell phone and paged CERN's infirmary。 Langdon felt like a ship on the periphery of a storm 。 。 。 tossed but detached。
Meet me at Leonardo da Vinci Airport。 Kohler's words echoed。
The uncertain shadows that had fogged Langdon's mind all morning； in a single instant； solidified into a vivid image。 As he stood there in the swirl of confusion； he felt a door inside him open 。 。 。 as if some mystic threshold had just been breached。 The ambigram。 The murdered priest/scientist。 The antimatter。 And now 。 。 。 the target。 Leonardo da Vinci Airport could only mean one thing。 In a moment of stark realization； Langdon knew he had just crossed over。 He had bee a believer。
Five kilotons。 Let there be light。
Two paramedics materialized； racing across the atrium in white smocks。 They knelt by Kohler； putting an oxygen mask on his face。 Scientists in the hall stopped and stood back。
Kohler took two long pulls； pushed the mask aside； and still gasping for air； looked up at Vittoria and Langdon。 〃Rome。〃
〃Rome？〃 Vittoria demanded。 〃The antimatter is in Rome？ Who called？〃
Kohler's face was twisted； his gray eyes watering。 〃The Swiss 。 。 。〃 He choked on the words； and the paramedics put the mask back over his face。 As they prepared to take him away； Kohler reached up and grabbed Langdon's arm。
Langdon nodded。 He knew。
〃Go 。 。 。〃 Kohler wheezed beneath his mask。 〃Go 。 。 。 call me 。 。 。〃 Then the paramedics were rolling him away。
Vittoria stood riveted to the floor； watching him go。 Then she turned to Langdon。 〃Rome？ But 。 。 。 what was that about the Swiss？〃
Langdon put a hand on her shoulder； barely whispering the words。 〃The Swiss Guard；〃 he said。 〃The sworn sentinels of Vatican City。〃
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The X…33 space plane roared into the sky and arched south toward Rome。 On board； Langdon sat in silence。 The last fifteen minutes had been a blur。 Now that he had finished briefing Vittoria on the Illuminati and their covenant against the Vatican； the scope of this situation was starting to sink in。
What the hell am I doing？ Langdon wondered。 I should have gone home when I had the chance！ Deep down； though； he knew he'd never had the chance。
Langdon's better judgment had screamed at him to return to Boston。 Nonetheless； academic astonishment had somehow vetoed prudence。 Everything he had ever believed about the demise of the Illuminati was suddenly looking like a brilliant sham。 Part of him craved proof。 Confirmation。 There was also a question of conscience。 With Kohler ailing and Vittoria on her own； Langdon knew that if his knowledge of the Illuminati could assist in any way； he had a moral obligation to be here。
There was more； though。 Although Langdon was ashamed to admit it； his initial horror on hearing about the antimatter's location was not only the danger to human life in Vatican City； but for something else as well。
Art。
The world's largest art collection was now sitting on a time bomb。 The Vatican Museum housed over 60；000 priceless pieces in 1；407 rooms…Michelangelo； da Vinci； Bernini； Botticelli。 Langdon wondered if all of the art could possibly be evacuated if necessary。 He knew it was impossible。 Many of the pieces were sculptures weighing tons。 Not to mention； the greatest treasures were architectural…the Sistine Chapel； St。 Peter's Basilica； Michelangelo's famed spiral staircase leading to the Musиo Vaticano…priceless testaments to man's creative genius。 Langdon wondered how much time was left on the canister。
〃Thanks for ing；〃 Vittoria said； her voice quiet。
Langdon emerged from his daydream and looked up。 Vittoria was sitting across the aisle。 Even in the stark fluorescent light of the cabin； there was an aura of posure about her…an almost magnetic radiance of wholeness。 Her breathing seemed deeper now； as if a spark of self…preservation had ignited within her 。 。 。 a craving for justice and retribution； fueled by a daughter's love。
Vittoria had not had time to change from her shorts and sleeveless top； and her tawny legs were now goose…bumped in the cold of the plane。 Instinctively Langdon removed his jacket and offered it to her。
〃American chivalry？〃 She accepted； her eyes thanking him silently。
The plane jostled across some turbulence； and Langdon felt a surge of danger。 The windowless cabin felt cramped again； and he tried to imagine himself in an open field。 The notion； he realized； was ironic。 He had been in an open field when it had happened。 Crushing darkness。 He pushed the memory from his mind。 Ancient history。
Vittoria was watching him。 〃Do you believe in God； Mr。 Langdon？〃
The question startled him。 The earnestness in Vittoria's voice was even more disarming than the inquiry。 Do I believe in God？ He had hoped for a lighter topic of conversation to pass the trip。
A spiritual conundrum； Langdon thought。 That's what my friends call me。 Although he studied religion for years； Langdon was not a religious man。 He respected the power of faith； the benevolence of churc